I Want You Quote From The Notebook の小説・ストーリー

The notebook burst into brilliant golden light. Every empty shelf throughout the infinite library answered at once. Thousands... then millions... of unwritten books appeared in an endless wave. The Last Editor stepped backward for the first time. His black pen began cracking. A tiny fracture spread from its tip to its handle. He stared at it in disbelief. "No..." "That word was erased long ago." Adrian closed the notebook gently. A calm smile crossed his face. "No." "It was only forgotten." The lantern at the end of the hall blazed with warm golden light.

Was it perhaps? There was a flash of discomfort a tiny crack in her well-planned triumph. The notebook. That fucking journal. It was a liability as well as an idiotic childish thing full of Ivys innocent ideas and observations. It included information on Sloans whereabouts schedule and secrets. the very things they were attempting to reveal.

I can only explain to you why I have done as I have, and will continue to do, what I must. I know this does not make any sense, but in time, it will. Enclosed you will find a notebook. You will need what you find inside for your protection. Read the pages with an open mind, and remember I am now and will always be your friend. Remember, I love you. And when you doubt what you read, recall the times we spent together as kids on the streets. When the shadows play in your mind, remember our last meeting and how you found me.

“Pencil’s smudged left to right,” Nico murmurs, pointing at Steven’s notebook, which holds who-knows-what. “Frequently happens in leftie bookkeeping.” “Iris is right-handed,” Christian murmurs. He sits up then, handing the notebook to Nico, who explores it further. “Just because you didn’t write it,” Nico says, looking at me over the notebook’s edge, “why should I believe you haven’t seen it?” “What!?” I gasp, leaning forward and staring between Nico and Christian, shocked again that they still don’t believe me. “I don’t know what it is! I wish I didn’t have it! That tiny notebook is ruining my life, if it’s as important as you say!”

It was similar to the one she had received in the mysterious package earlier, filled with sweet messages on every page. “Here, you can have this. You can document whatever key notes you think will help us as we go.” Cordelia stared at the note book in her hands but said no word. She looked at the note book in her hands for minutes, before finally looking up at Jared and saying, “Thank you very much Jared. Thank you very much for everything.” “You can also use this notebook to write down your thoughts, your fears, and your triumphs. It will be a source of strength and a reminder that you're not alone in this.”

Xavier McKinney, the renowned businessman who had been sitting quietly in the corner until now. “Here,” Alexa said, her tone syrupy sweet. “This is the notebook of my recipes. It should clear up any doubts.” My breath caught in my throat. *My notebook!* Xavier flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing as he read. His silence was deafening, each second stretching into an eternity. Then he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “These recipes… they’re extraordinary,” he said. “Some of them, even I can’t replicate.”

She looked at me. Her words made me speechless. How can I answer her when I haven't found it yet? He was there. He didn't meet her. Is it because of the spat between us? Sometimes this little girl makes me feel speechless. "Well, Keep that tab. Don't know what kind of books you read!" I tried to get the tab from her hands but she pulled it back. "It's the notebook" She pouted. "It's Ipad" I corrected her. "No no, the book's name is The Notebook. Ryan Gosling is in the film. I like him"

His hands are shaking. "Are you okay," I say. "No." "What do you need." "I do not know yet." "That is okay." "Is it." "Yes. Not knowing is okay. You do not have to know everything right away." He looks at me. "That is my line." "I know. I borrowed it." "With interest?" "With interest." He kisses my forehead. He walks out of the study. He closes the door. I am alone. The notebook is in my hands. Blue. Leather. Heavy.

Opened the notebook. Kept going.